S.O.L Lyrics – Wan Shey
Singer: Wan Shey
Title: S.O.L
Leí mo ver ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav’ vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Leeí mo ver ko’a fo saŋgiri
Woo Kikai, moh yong á dze woo Jakiri
Kibem kitaavtin moo ke taangiri
Dze ver Sule, Moham wuna Maliki
Leei mo ver ko’a mibunmi
Á lo yi sang min’a du fo bunri
E lo min’a seiy’à fo shuuyi
Baa Estelle ki seiy’à ntoh e kiyuuvki
Aint no mistake, they know who we are
We the eyes, the sight, thе lumini, the breath of life
Thе gikai, the you and I
The no mistakes in your mind or you gonna die
We be pikins for bush, we no civilise
We no grow for town, so dem minimize
E di turn ma neck like na ceiling fan when dem judge na as to who dem di tok English fine
Leí mo ver ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav’ vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
I know that my tongue is ridiculous, droppin vernacular rap in particular
You know that the schemes is meticulous, out the curriculum, no one fit tackle us
Like Locko i dey for ma Ré
Di mendem no fit complicate
Na so dem don try for move WanShey for game but you know sey the boy too tronghead
I’m tired of military brutality
I can hear the sound of death like the acetate
I’m tired of my family calling me
Telling me we lost someone in the family
I’m tired of masses and homilies
I’m tired of classes but no knowledge
I’m tired of losses and shortages
I’m tired of taxes for no reason
Leí mo ver ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Leeí mo vee ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitudent
Kibam ki kidzessin mo kilopɒn
Kibver ki wuu mo á tung a dze fo Mimboman
Leí mo ver ko’a fo saŋgiri, a yong ver len ji mitundent
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
A sah jav viffii á dze feé
A sah jav’ vijung á dze feé
Ghaka ghaka ghaka ghaka
Yoh, na so I hang like some dat Mr Leo yi waist bag
My spiritual growth was written in the stars like West Life
Opportunity dey like die, nothing no dey like next time
God reduce some the weight now ma life lie like JPEG file
God don bless you with small shine
Ma brother abeg stay calm
Cuz for solar eclipse, even sun too di beg shine
Life dey like jap, sometimes you get to jam ya breaks fine
Like people wey get cunny eye since they no know how to reverse fine
At times, things di strong bad
You go start to di curse life
But know say good performance na ele when you rehearse fine
They don give we sef curfew, we must di respect bed time
This thing don be na process and na government be the enzyme
The struggle na the wall, Anglophones na the Mexicans
Reduced to blind faith, hoping on strangers like Mendicans
Hey you, take this number so
Text this man, na God yi number
Talk make e send yi angels now
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S.O.L – English Translation
Leí kiston fo hai yong, a yong ver len fi mitudent
Leea mo Vee or yong vero feels mitudent
Kibam Ki Kidzessin Mo kilopɒn
Kigh Shi Mo Ju Moha Mo Á Yu Mo Dze fo f Mimboman
Leí ko’a fo hai yong, a yong ver len fi mitundent
Ghafa Ghafa
Ghafa Ghafa
A Sah Yav vixfii á dze fie
A Sah Jav ‘Vijung á dzung fieé
Ghafa Ghafa
Leea Mo Ver Ko’a fo
Woo Business, Moh Yong Zard Jzoo
Kitem Kaitavin Moo to Terror
Dze Ve Sule, Moham Wuna Maliki
Leei Mo Ver or MIBANMI
Á lo Jang Mini Du FO feather
E lo / mini fo shawn
Baia Estelle Seiy’a Ntoh Eckki
Aint No Mistake, Theme Know WHO We are
We are Eyes, The Sight, Thе Lumini, The Breath Of Life
Thе giki, The You and I
The No Mistakes In Your Mind Or You Gonna Die
We are piky for Bush, we no civilise
We NO GROW for Town, So Dem Minimize
E di Turn Ma Neck LIKE I CEILING FANI WHEN DEM JUDGE OF AS TO WHO DE TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TO TAGG WIN TAGGID FINE
Leí kiston fo hai yong, a yong ver len fi mitudent
Leea mo Vee or yong vero feels mitudent
Kibam Ki Kidzessin Mo kilopɒn
Kigh Shi Mo Ju Moha Mo Á Yu Mo Dze fo f Mimboman
Leí ko’a fo hai yong, a yong ver len fi mitundent
Ghafa Ghafa
Ghafa Ghafa
A Sah Yav vixfii á dze fie
A Sah Jav ‘Vijung á dzung fieé
Ghafa Ghafa
I know that of tonsge is ridiculous, droppin vernacular rap in particicular
You know that of the schemes is meter, out The Curriculum, no One Fit Tackle US
LOOK LOCKO I Dey for Ma Ré
Di mendem no fit complicate
I WANT DEM FOR TRY FOR MOVE WANSHAY FOR GAME YO KNOW SEY THE BOY TOO TOO Troghead
I’m tirth of militous brutes
I can hear The Sound of Death Like The ACETate
I’m tirth of my family calling me
Telling what’s going to lost sometone in the family
I’m tired of Masses and Homilies
I’m tirth of classes but no knowled
I’m tirth of losses and shortages
I’m teded of Taxes for NO REASION
Leí kiston fo hai yong, a yong ver len fi mitudent
Leea mo Vee or yong vero feels mitudent
Kibam Ki Kidzessin Mo kilopɒn
Kigh Shi Mo Ju Moha Mo Á Yu Mo Dze fo f Mimboman
Leí ko’a fo hai yong, a yong ver len fi mitundent
Ghafa Ghafa
Ghafa Ghafa
A Sah Yav vixfii á dze fie
A Sah Jav ‘Vijung á dzung fieé
Ghafa Ghafa
John, Hang Like MEMAN DAKE MR Leo TAIST BAG
My Spiritual Growth was Written in The Stars Like West Life
DIP Cortunity Dey Like Die, Noon Dey Ley Dey Next Time
Way Redx Dome The Weight Now NOW Life Lie LIKE JPEG FILE
God for Boat You WITH SMALL IS
Ma soul aftereg stay calm
Cuz for Solar Eclipse, Even Sun Too Di Beg is
Life Dey Ley Ley Jap, Sometimes You Get To Jam to Breaks Fine
Like People Wey Get Cunny Eye They No Know How To Reverse Fine
At TIMES, THINGS THITH DI STOP BAD
You Go Start To Di Curse Life
But KNOW SAY GOOD PERFERCE OF OR WHEN YOU REHEARSE FINE
THEY FOR GIVE We SEF CURFEW, we must Hord Di Respect Bed TIME
This THING To Be of Processing And Government Be The Enzyme
The Struggle of The Wall, Anglophones of The Mexicans
Reduced to Blind Faith, Hoping On Strangers like Mendicans
Hey you, turn this number so
Text this oil, I God God make numer
Talk Make E Send Mode Angels Now
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
Lyrics Wan Shey – S.O.L
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